Lowe has had this little dry cough for a month now. It only happens when he is crying, so we just let it go. But it had finally been long enough so today we took him in for a checkup and lo and behold, he’s got nothing wrong with him. I don’t know why we bother. Kids are tough. It was funny watching how Lowe interacted with the doctor though. He laid on that table holding his feet and smiling ear to ear. Meanwhile Ouest cowered behind me not sure whether to believe us that this trip was for Lowe only. I’m not sure what brought on her fear of doctors, but she has definitely got it.

Lowe weighs eighteen pounds now. Holy crap, at that rate he’ll weigh three hundred and ninety-two pounds when he turns sixteen. And today at Walmart while doing the next big sailing stock-up we even had to buy baby food. I don’t know how I’m going to afford feeding two kids except that I’m going to have to give up eating completely.

Went to the marine store today as well. Picked up stuff for a whole bunch of projects that I’m sure to not have time for. Bought a bunch of oil too. I wish while I was in the States and had access to buying this sort of thing at retail I would have figured out a way to carry a fifty gallon drum onboard. Oil is too damn expensive. That and caulk. Retail price about six bucks a tube, Mexico price twenty-five. But of course this is why people go so crazy buying crap before cruising south and then later realize they didn’t need half of it, thus throwing away all the money they thought they were saving in the first place.